By Ajayi Victoria
Any excuse I put up
will be an insult,
a slap to the faces of those
who walked without feet,
who carried the burdens
of the world without hands,
who had visions without eyes,
who heard the sound of victory
without ears,
whose voices rang through
the ends of the earth
though they could not speak.
Oh! Man is really inexcusable
How can I complain that I am slow because of my burdens,
when people have run marathons
with the world on their shoulders?
Lord this I pray,
That on that day when my gift is most needed,
On that day that even a soul counts on me
That I may not be found drowning in the murky waters of excuses.
Copyright© 2020 by Ajayi Victoria
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